#daisuke ban

[haveyouseenthistoku]

[mariocki]

Ringu (The Ring, 1998)

"She killed a man just by willing him dead. That's power of a different order from her mother."

"So that video..."

"It's not of this world. It's Sadako's rage. She's put a curse on us."

[yurmomsawh0r]

Mᴜᴛᴇ ᴘᴛ. 2// 18+ MDNI!!!

Warnings: Physical Abuse, violence, murder, P in V intercourse, Oral (m. Receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, cervix kissing, afab! Mute reader! [Reader suffers from ptsd] Mental abuse. Infidelity, exhibition if you squint.

Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Megumi, Daisuke, Iwaizumi, Uzui, Tanjiro, Levi, Muzan, Itachi, Kaneki, Seshomaru, Ban, Hak,

Omggggg! I was going to make this the last one but I'm gonna do another part because I had an IDEAAAA LOLLLLLL

Part 1, Part 2, part 3

Enjoy!!!!

•

The days had quickly gone by since you came to live in Seattle. You looked out the window to the cold streets filled with the white blankets of snow filling every corner and crevice.

Although you had on extra layers, you couldn't help but let the shivers scourge all throughout your body. You looked up peaking a glance at the brooding man across from you. He was typing away on his phone - not a care in the world.

Certainly not caring about the simple fact that he had just bought another human being - like her life was just disposable as the cost of money.

He hasn't said a word to you since you both had left your husband's estate, and that was almost two hours ago. His (h/l) (h/c) hair swept gracefully lining his face in a perfect frame.

Broad shoulders peaking from under his dress shirt and his legs crossed over his knee at the ankle.

You couldn't help but find the brood attractive. Taking a quick whiff, you could smell the cologne that filled your nostrils. He smelled nice, but that didn't mean he was anything as such.

A click of a button indicated that he had shut his phone off, sending you back on alert. You had been so wrapped up in the musky scent he was spreading, you almost forgot about the predicament you were in.

You had forgotten the possibility of him being worse than your husband. You were already mute, and that alone made it easier for him to get away with his dirty deeds.

The thought made your toes curled. You looked away from your captor, trying to draw away any unwanted attention from him.

- Once again, you were trapped with no way of escaping.

"Don't look so upset. No harm will come to you." The baritone from his voice startles you. Sitting up straight, you keep your head down - showing a single sign of submission. Too afraid to glance in his eyes incase he takes it as disrespect ; unleashing an unown terror upon your body.

A beating that your body couldn't take again.

"Y/n, look at me."

Like an alluring lull pulling her from the depths of her darkness - you quickly glanced up at him. As if his command was law.

"You are safe with me, no harm will come to you. Do you understand?" He commands you again. Even though his words were harsh and demanding, there was a hint of soften in his tone. A delicate strum of gentleness to sooth your neverending thoughts.

You only nod as your response. The only response that you could give.

With a sigh, he goes back to silence - leaving you to wonder about your new life to come.

♡

• 1 year later •

The maids were bustling around trying to get preparations ready for the big ball tonight. Underground organizations of all criminals alike. Even the standard business tycoons and government officials come crawling from the facade they put on just to get away from all the press and paparazzi.

The party would be held on one of (New husband's name) estates. When you first arrived here you were struck with awe. The front gates had obsidian black iron bars that held the initials of his name upon them. The long drive way was paved with marble tiles that rounded all the way to the from the entrance, centered with a stone fountain that spouted water from it's pipes.

The outside was grand but held simplicity to it. Not to over done but created with equal amounts of grandeur and contempt. To put it simply, it looked like money.

As most of the butlers and maids were zipping back and forth to make sure everything was perfectly inplace, some of them had other discretions mind.

Your husband had always been a very private person. Very private indeed. He was never one to expose his affairs to anyone, but the moment he laid eyes on you, he wanted to take you and lock you in the highest tower his money could buy. You were too perfect, to beautiful for unwanted eyes to see.

He wanted to hold you, caress you, kiss you. . . . Fuck you. Anything to have you near him. Buying you wasn't his best action but he didn't know what else to do, so he did what he always did when he wanted something. Exude dominance and use his wealth.

He would say he's no different from your husband, but how could he even compare himself to that man. How could you!

You both couldn't. Not when he made you feel so good.

"You gotta keep quiet Mrs. [h/l/n], you wouldn't want those pesky maids listening, now would you?" He whispered haughtly into your ear while his fat member rubbed against your walls.

He would never let them see you, but he damn sure was going to let everyone know who you belonged to. "I-I can't [h/n]" your walls fluttered around him - all because he called you by his name. Your new name. One that you've come to love so much more.

He groaned thrusting upward into you. You felt so good around him. Gushy walls spilling it's contents onto his boxers. You essence created a white ring from the friction.

He was big and thick, nothing like you'd ever felt before. You squeeze onto his shoulders, bouncing harder on his lap as he gripped your backside to help you chase your 3rd release. You didn't care who heard you.

You wanted everyone to hear you. To hear how this man fucked you into oblivion. To let them know he fucked your voice back into you. To let them know he washes away all your pain and sorrow.

He gripped your waist, pulling you up from off of him. The sudden action causing a wet 'pop' sound to echo throughout his office.

Behind the closed doors, the service memebers still listened in on the erotic sounds. Their bodies hot and bothered from only just the sounds their lord and lady made. As if they could feel every grunt and moan course through them.

You were now bent over her his desk - slipping your kryptonite back into you so effortlessly - rutting into you with perfect rhythm. You stood on the tips of your toes to accommodate him. His desk was kinda high [Levi is gonna be tall in this so hush lmao!ヾ(≧▽≦*)o] so all the pressure of his length was to much - the only way to alleviate the pain was to stand as high as you could.

He pulled his hips back, snapping them forward against the soft pads of your cheeks. Watching them jiggle with every thrust. He wouldn't dare to let anyone see this wonderful sight that belonged to him.

This was his very personal and private show - only to be viewed by none one. He loved the way you quivered and moaned. From every lick to your neck, to the biting of your soft flesh. He wanted to own you in the best way possible.

From behind he gripped your mounds, pulling you back harder against him. "Let them hear you." He grunted, not caring for his earlier words. Rutting faster into you. Your yelps increased as his speed did.

You were going to cum again, and you could tell it was going to be a big one. "Who's making you feel this fucking good baby?"

"'-ts you h/n. You make me feel so -ahh!!" Your body convulsed as your orgasm struck your [b/t] body.

You lifted one leg on top of his desk to help steady you. Juiced from your cunnie flew on his Armani suit pants but could care less. All he seemed to care about was helping you reach your release - which would soon be followed by him stuffing you full if his seed.

Your ass clapped back against him as his thrust got sloppy, letting you know he was close. He held your hips in place, giving one final thrust - stilling himself.

"Ahhh ffuck!" His pulsing tip kissing the entrance of your cervix. His body jerked against your, and your fluids mixing well together as he spilled into you.

You felt his warm seed spilling from you as well as it's warmth frothing your walls.

You flinched as he pulled his now flaccid cock from you, your mixed bodily fluids fall onto his expensive carpet. His new favorite carpet that now held a piece of you.

After he had cleaned you and himself off, he told you to put your party dress back on while he fixed himself up - lighting one of his cigars after the process.

The pungent smell of sex and smoke now filled the room. His stoic expression now placed back on his face - as if he didn't just fuck you brains out while groaning in your ear. Just the thought of him fucking you again sparked the lust back into you.

You were far to sore to continue but if he wanted to - you'd allow him to have you again, and again, and again.

"Enough with the look -" He spoke while gripping the underside of your chin. Placing a kiss on your lips, he bend down to help you step into your dress. " - We have wasted enough time playing around." As if that was your fault. He knew it wasn't, he knew that he couldn't resist you even if he tried.

From his position crouched infront of, he looked so dashing and handsome. Even with the fat cigar that hung from the corner of his mouth added to the poise and elegance he carried about.

He took a whiff of your arousal, feeling himself stiffen almost instantly. He pulled up your dress, making sure to take his time pulling it over your ass. His nose trailing up your body - skimming up against your neck.

You pulled your arms through the straps, helping him assist you. Once he was done, he hesitantly stepped away from you. Afraid he would lose control. Again.

You fixed your hair as best you could. At least to make yourself seem decent and normal. When you lifted your eyes to meet his, you were shocked to see the fierce gaze he placed on you. A cocky smirk never leaving his face as he eyed your luscious body up and down.

He held of an outstretched hand for you to grab. "You ready my love?" Shyly, you took his hand in yours. Feeling safe and secure as his big hand covered yours.

You did mean it when you said you felt safe. He's provided so much comfort and protection to you in such a little time you've known him. You and Dan had been together for 3 years and it took you so long to even open up to him. But this wasn't like that. This felt right.

"I'm ready." You said softly. He gave you a soft smirk before his expression dropped into nothing. You were the only one who got to see different sides of him. It made you feel even more special that something so meaningful was only meant for you.

He held the door open for you - pushing you through. The maids all jerked apart, trying to appear busy and not so *cough* *cough* hot and bothered.

A blush crept on your face, but you tried to keep your face as emotionless as your husband did. You weren't so embarrassed from them listening. In fact, you think you enjoyed giving them a little show. You wanted them to know you belonged him just as much as he did you too.

"I hoped you all enjoyed the audio. Now get the fuck back to work and don't let it happen again."

His words possibly shook them to their core and it's possible some of them might actually do what he says, but you both knew that their was a possibility that none would follow that order. You both knew that it would happen again and again - and deep down, you both wanted them to listen. You were all addicted to the sinfulness of it all.

Part 3 coming soon! . . .

[cryptidwithacopiccollection]

[cocotome]

Happy bday Norio!!

[oukabarsburgblr]

oh damn he died ? alr ciao yall

probably daisuke 😭😭

FOULLLLL URE BANNED FROM MY DAISUKE THEMED BDAY PARTY

[demifiendrsa]

BASTARD!! -Heavy Metal, Dark Fantasy- season 2: Hell’s Requiem arc | Official Trailer

Season 2 of Bastard!!: Heavy Metal, Dark Fantasy will stream on Netflix worldwide on July 31, 2023.

coldrain will perform the new opening theme song “NEW DAWN,” and Tielle will perform the new ending theme song “La Muse perdue.”

Key visual

Season 2 cast additions

Takuma Terashima as Joshua Belahia

Sho Hayami as Nils Sean Mifune

Junichi Suwabe as Yngwei Von Malmsteen

Koji Yusa as Zion Sol Vandenverg

Jun Fukuyama as Macalpine Toni Strauss

Ryūichi Kijima as Schen Karr

Asami Seto as Shella E. Lee

Taito Ban as Vai Staebe

Jun Kasama as Jorg Fishes

Minoru Hirota as Ba Thory

Daisuke Hirakawa as Ran Di Rhodes Stein Neubauten

Atsushi Tamaru as Sykes Von Snowwhite

Wataru Komada as Ross Zaboss Friedrich

Takahiro Fujiwara as Bol Gil Bol

Tomohiro Yamaguchi as Zakk Walder

Taisuke Nakano as Ida Deesna

Hinata Tadokoro as Vlad Kills

Shōmaru Zōza as Hammet

Seiyu Fujiwara as Mohi

[jiangshinigami]

when I came across r/mildfemboys through other communities I'm in, I thought it would just be a nice wholesome place

Then one of the first things I see is misgendering of a trans character (bridget, to be specific)

Not even her old design, where there's some plausible deniability, but her strive design.

And, when I pointed out that she isn't a femboy, but a girl (which was confirmed, like, 5 times at this point or something?), I got downvoted and was called a fake guilty gear fan, who "barely knew anything about strive". (bare in mind, i've 100%ed strive in steam achievements and have 214 hours)

Wild how people who "love" bridget show such little respect for her character, only seeing her as a cute femboy, and nothing more.

Now, the thing is, the rules are clearly contradictory, in a way that the mods there can easily shift them around to ban whoever they think doesn't fit their narrative:

Here, clearly stating that subreddit is about male-identifying people who dress and act in a feminine way. A fair rule, makes sense

But here, they say it's "not for discussion of lore or canon", kind of in a way to weasle out of anyone bringing up characters not identifying as male in lore.

but here's the final nail in the coffin

Anytime people will say that bridget literally said "I am a girl" or daisuke said that she's a girl, they'll always bring up something along the lines of "well the artist tagged the art as femboy, and the artist's say is final"

And, as much as it annoys me, it also got me thinking

Just how would they react if someone posted art of a canonically cis woman, but in the source, she was labelled by the artist as a femboy?

I bet then, they would care a whole lot about what the character canonically identifies as.

also one last thing

they constantly say this

"Ok, you've shown me proof, but can you show me anything other than proof directly from the game or the creator himself? hmm? checkmate!"

It's so dumb

(sorry for the long rant i just gotta get this off my mind somewhere)

[kopw]

from the baka gaijin + friends vol. 2 photo zine. click for higher quality. english transcriptions under the cut!

45 Questions + 45 Answers with Drew Parker/Chris Brookes

Q: Are you a spiritual person? D: Not in the slightest. C: Not really, but I like the idea of it.

Q: Who is your greatest opponent? D: Masashi Takeda. C: My own self doubt.

Q: Which wrestler do you see yourself in most? D: Jeff Hardy. C: The Great Sasuke.

Q: What is your favourite film? D: The Cat in the Hat. C: Battle Royale, True Romance.

Q: Who is a famous person you would like to meet? D: Daisuke Kiso. C: Mio Imada.

Q: What is beautiful for you? D: Dogs. C: Mio Imada.

Q: What is ugly for you? D: My reflection. C: Spiteful people.

Q: What are you like when you get drunk? D: Loud but harmless. C: I don't think I really change much. Too open.

Q: Are you left or right handed? D: Left. C: Left.

Q: Any comment for the world of pro-wrestling! D: It's shit. C: Have more fun.

Q: What is Japan like? D: Very welcoming. C: Wonderful.

Q: What's the angriest you've ever been? D: I'm never angry. C: I'm a very short term, slightly agitated person. I don't get really angry.

Q: What are your greatest weaknesses? D: Discipline. C: Self doubt.

Q: Do you like fashion? D: If it's black I'll wear it. C: I like Death by Roll-Up. Most fashion seems stupid.

Q: What time do you usually wake up/go to sleep? D: 7am/11pm. C: 8am/2am.

Q: Favourite thing to watch on YouTube? D: Games console restoration videos. C: People restoring rusty/dirty antiques.

Q: Your special ability that no one knows about. D: I'm talentless. C: Everyone knows everything these days! How can you keep anything a secret?

Q: What do you enjoy doing most? D: Drinking with Chris. C: Doing nothing is the best time.

Q: What is the biggest mistake of your life? D: I make mistakes daily. C: I don't know if I've made one big enough to quantify it like that.

Q: Are you lucky? D: To make it this far; yes. C: Sometimes.

Q: Who do you consider geniuses? D: Chris Brookes. C: Chris Brookes.

Q: What is your favourite drink? D: Amaretto & ginger or beer. C: Asahi or Sapporo Beer.

Q: What is the first thing you do when you get up in the morning? D: Roll my eyes. C: Check my phone.

Q: What is your mental age? D: 12. C: Old maybe!

Q: What new tattoos would you like to get? D: Something on my leg or on my lip. C: Tattoos are a nuisance in Japan so I don't really want any more.

Q: What is the most important electrical appliance you couldn't live without? D: My Iqos. C: Laptop.

Q: If you got one billion yen? D: Run away into the countryside. C: Save it.

Q: If wrestling were to be banned by law tomorrow, what would you do? D: Work at a bar. C: Open a bar.

Q: What is the one thing you can't beat Chris/Drew at? D: Looking pretty. C: Tanning.

Q: What is your fav point of your hometown? D: How calm it is. C: Family.

Q: What is the song you listened to the most often last year? D: The Halloween movie soundtrack. C: NIN - Gave Up.

Q: What is the song you listened to most often of your life? D: Gangam Style through no fault of my own. C: Wakaranaiiii~.

Q: What do you want to try outside of wrestling? D: Bungee jumping. C: Podcasting.

Q: What do you do when you can't sleep? D: That is never an issue. C: Eat.

Q: If you were invisible what would you do? D: Steal natto maki. C: Go to Area 51.

Q: What would you like to see remain in the world forever? D: Nothing. Restart the whole thing. C: Baka Gaijin + Friends.

Q: What is your fav recent purchase? D: Lush body spray. C: Doc Marten!

Q: What is the definition of friend? D: Anybody who doesn't piss me off. C: Drew.

Q: What would you not want to do if you could? D: Pay taxes. C: Ever have to walk anywhere.

Q: Which do you like, hot or cold? D: Hot. C: Hot.

Q: What have you noticed as you've gotten older? D: My body hurts more. C: Nothing is that important or really worth worrying about.

Q: Do you like keeping things tidy? D: For the most part. C: Very.

Q: What made you sad recently? D: Any sip of alcohol. C: Breaking my laptop.

Q: What made you happy recently? D: Any sip of alcohol. C: Fixing my laptop in just one day.

Q: Any comment for Chris/Drew. D: Love you. C: 3 2 1 BAKA~!

[digitalgate02]

Just A Random 02 Group Chat Discussion

Takeru dropping a msg on the group's chat: HEY GUYS, GUESS WHO GOT BANNED FROM DIGICA TOURNAMENTS Takeru: C'était moi! (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ Daisuke: What did you do this time Takeru: I just made Yellow decks too powerful ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜) Daisuke: Ah. Takeru: BUT! I'm not the only one! Rui-kun got banned too! Hikari: W-what did Rui-kun do?! Rui: ... I made the variety of decks be lost...? Ukkomon and I are banned because we are too powerful I guess. Ken: I see. Daisuke: Wait, was he being cocky or... Rui: I don't get why I would be cocky about that, we made decks literally powerful. [...] Rui: ... Do you think the other cards we have are still fair game? [← legitimately concerned]

[haveyouseenthistoku]

[mariocki]

Ringu 0: Bâsudei (Ring 0: Birthday, 2000)

"Sadako, won't you tell me what it is that scares you?"

"There's someone here with me."

"Even now?"

"It's not someone I don't know. It's like a long, long time ago... but I only remember fragments... from when I was a child. And there's something there that terrifies me."

[naviculariis]

Janoshima / Fujihara lore time.

The Island Maker comes from Wano ( and further inland ) mythology- or so they say. It entirely depends on if you listen to the legend from someone who came from Wano ( Izou, Kiku, Yamato ) or someone who came from Janoshima ( Suma, Itsuki, Mai ). However, the basis is that the Island Maker is one of the oldest gods to exist. They were the reason why the Earth was knocked off center, causing it to tilt to the southeast and the sky to tilt to the northwest.

A great Serpent that has the ability to speak the common tongue, who can create islands by burrowing within the earth and pushing them up from the sea floor, who can offer both life and death-

The Island Maker is often seen as a villain and, after losing a fight against a God of Fire for the throne of the heavens, kills himself out of shame. This causes the Earth to flood for eight days and nights, thus creating the rift now known as the Grand Line- breaking apart islands and reforming the earth. Out of desperation, another Goddess- who essentially is their version of Mother Nature, resurrects him, bringing back stability. Hiwever, she could not undo the damage that was done, and as such-

The Island Maker was banished to the Grand Line, where his head now rests beneath Janoshima / Wano, depending on where the tale is being told.

That being said-

Wano is the Bad Guys in Janoshima history.

Wano colonized Janoshima three hundred years ago.

That's when the island name was changed.

When their culture was stripped away and forcibly learned Japanese ( which many in the countryside still refuse to use, and refer to Janoshima as Shé Zhī Dǎo.

Kaido, unfortunately, is to thank for the complete withdraw of Wano influence in Shé. It was only in the last.. maybe 65? Years?? That they've started undoing the damage and lifting the bans that Wano had placed on them. Using their old methods of dress and reintroducing their languages.

Mai was taught this by Ayame.

Ayame made sure her children knew their history-

Including Suma.

HOWEVER

Kiyomi, Junpei, and Mizuki do not know this.

Daisuke was an essential Imperialist for Wano. Believed that Wano was

Correct.

Because HIS mother came from Wano.

But Kotetsu and Ayame did not believe in that.

They actually did read, both being the Emperor and Empress- they learned and taught themselves the true history, and learned from their cabinets.

Daisuke refused.

And Daiyū fed into it.

Which is why Suma is the only one of her siblings to be able to use Mandarin.

[yurmomsawh0r]

Mᴜᴛᴇ ᴘᴛ. 3 - ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟᴇ// 18+ MDNI!!!!

Warnings: Physical Abuse, violence, murder, P in V intercourse, Oral (m. Receiving), unprotected sex, squirting, cervix kissing, afab! Mute reader! [Reader suffers from ptsd] Mental abuse. Infidelity, exhibition if you squint.

Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Megumi, Daisuke, Iwaizumi, Uzui, Tanjiro, Levi, Muzan, Itachi, Kaneki, Seshomaru, Ban, Hak

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

♡

There you stood in the silk gown that gracefully fell down your body. Diamond earrings dangling from their hooks and a matching necklace to go along. You could feel the stares and whispers about the how you looked or simply about how Lord h/l/n has chosen a lovely wife for him to parade around.

They were jealous or maybe envious. Either way it didn't matter to your husband. It didn't matter to him because you were his. Nobody else's.

He would show you off for the world to see, but tonight was a special night. He was gonna show a certain someone exactly what he was missing!

°•○

You watched the way your husband conversed with his associates and colleagues. He still held his everyday stoic expression, but conversed amongst them.

Sipping your glass if champagne, you walked around the room admiring the decor the servants displayed throughout the ball room. The insignia of your husband's organization was painted in huge bold lettering on the floor.

Three perfectly lined crystal chandeliers hung, lighting up the room. An assortment of food and sweets was lined on the back wall, as well as a bar placed adjacently agaisnt the corner.

Your skin prickled. Someone was watching you - and you could feel all their exasperation, which you couldn't think of why? You hadn't done anything to anyone. Let alone spoken to them.

Only a select few were graced by your soft and seductive voice - or so, your husband liked to say. You took another sip of your drink trying to take the nerves away.

"Well look at you. All prim and proper, dressing the part." An all to familiar voice spoke from behind you. This voice was definitely something you didn't want to hear ever again.

Fear and dread filled you. Reliving the most traumatic experience you've ever had. As you faced him, you got a good look at what was once the love of your life, but now, you realized how wrong you were. His eyes was sullen and held bags under them. He was alot thinner too and his skin was a sickly pale. He was dying.

You once cared for him sure, but it wasn't love. It never got to blossom into that. Instead it turned into fear. You'd never give him the time of day ever again.

Clearing your throat, you did a quick look around. Your husband was no where in sight, leaving you in an even more distressed state.

He'd never left you alone before and him choosing to not be present anywhere in the room made you mad, and scared. "Your little sugar daddy is occupied." Dan spoke out, noticing your distress.

"You know it's all a lie right you'll never be good enough for him. For anyone. He doesn't fucking love you. Your a pet to be displayed on his arm. That's what everyone is saying anyway-"

"Even though you broke my fuckin heart, I would still take you back y/n, you should just, come back to me." In all reality, Dan knew the truth. He let his jealousy and rage take over. Resulting in him losing the best thing his had. You

You tried finding your voice but you felt it quickly fading. All the work that your husband had put in just to even get you to speak, and you were allowing this man to make you go backwards.

He went to speak again, but one of the servants called for your attention. "Lord h/l/n is requesting your audience ma'am."

Flittering away from the past as quickly as you could, you marched towards his office.

When you arrived, you seen your husband having a glass of whisky with his subordinates, but upon your arrival, they all said their goodbyes, and headed back to the party

"Enjoying yourself dear?" He asked. You gave a stiff nod hoping that he wouldn't notice your distress, but that was impossible. This man knew you better than anyone - better than yourself.

"What's wrong?" Again, you just shook your head. The words failing to leave your lips. By now you were sure he noticed something was wrong with you. He took slow calculated steps towards you until he stopped right in front of you. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him.

His eyes narrow into slits as he examined you, trying to find anything abnormal. "Why won't you speak?" He racks his brain for a probable cause of what could make you so meek.

Just earlier you were fine, and the only time he'd ever seen you like this was when you first started to speak but was still to scared to voice your concerns and opinions.

The other was when . . . "Was is Dan?" He asked you suddenly. "Tch - of course it was. What did he say to you?"

"N-nothing, he-he just - is it true what they say?"

"What are you talking about?"

The tears you had been holding in began to fall from you freely. "Am I just your pet that you parade around. Like your charity case?"

You know you shouldn't have let Dan's words get to you, but your insecurities were stronger than your will. Its not like you haven't questioned whether or not your husband loved you. Truly loved you.

"Have I ever made you feel like a charity case y/n? - have I ever rushed or forced you to be presented in a way you never liked?" Irritation now laced his voice. You shouldn't feel like this. He shouldn't be the reason you were. You trembled a little, but still said no.

"Exactly. So just because Dan decided to show up does that mean everything I've done for you mean it's a lie?"

Again you responded no. He caressed your face, sliding down his hand down until it gripped your neck.

"Must I show you every time?" He pulled you in for a deep penetrating kiss - one that led to many other things in his office once again.

°•○●°•○●°•○●°○●

"Come in" The door clicked open and footsteps thumped the floorboards under their souls.

"What are you doing here?" H/N asked whomever he was speaking to. He was looking over a few papers before he decided he wanted to head back over to the party. "Nice party your having, but it's sad to see the host is not present."

Dan's voice rang out through the room. He was looking around the place. Trying to find anything valuable that he could take. "When business is booming, sometimes you have to-"

He pauses for a moment. Clearing his throat and adjusting himself before continuing. "- To work when it isn't convenient."

Dan analyzed his former partner. A bead trickling down his forehead and a light tint to his cheeks and his fist kept clenching and unclenching.

"What's up with you?" Dan asked him. He had never seen this man so flustered. The only other expression he seemed to hold was neutral and anger.

"Nothing, what do you want." He proceeded to say. What's wrong is the repetitive stroking of your tongue on his cock (ee I hate this word) what's wrong was the fact he had to hold back just mere seconds from fucking your face and having the best climax in the world.

He was trying to keep his cool but once you started to stroke him with sucking on his balls he couldn't help but sweat. His nails digging in his palms.

"Oh nothing. Came to see an old friend."

You could tell your husband was getting fed up and honestly so were you. "I don't have time for games, get on with your constantly procrastination." He was close - you could tell by the way his balls tightened in your hand.

You go to stroke him again but hesitated with his next choice of words. "How is she? Tired of her yet?" You could hear the smugness in his voice. You could even imagine his stupid little smirk.

You were tired of it - you were tired of him and his constantly bullying bullshit! You've had enough.

A snap of fingers and more footsteps fall into the room. Your husband is stunned to see you rising from your spot beneath his desk. You don't know where you got this courage from, but it felt good. Dan and the guards all had shocked expressions on their faces.

It was you who had snapped for them to come in.

"Take him downstairs so I can finish what we started, and then you can ask him if he's tired of me yet."

Dan's face looked completely taken over. He hadn't heard your voice in years and to hear it now did something to him - meanwhile your husband's dick throbbed even harder with need from thr scene before him.

So he decided to add a little to moment. "Well you her my lady. Take him away" and just like that, Dan was dragged away like the trash he is.

"Now where were we my love?"

[cocotome]

Happy birthday to Ban Norio from Lip on My Prince!!

[regallibellbright]

WIP Whenever

Clearly Dead's just here as a backup protagonist because they were worried about a kid appeal protagonist alienating the kids in the older bracket of the target demographic and their hefty periphery demographic. What about that is so hard to understand?

Slammer 4 Life: Dude. What show did you watch?

Garuda: Isn't this the same user who did the "Dead Slammurai And Daisuke Are Different People" theory? I thought they were banned?

Rainbow Cape: I don't know why, since I was right.

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I have been waiting for so long to get to this moment, you have no idea.

(Reel and Deal, Chapter Seven)